Nevio's POV
A bullet exploded through the back of his head before I could fire mine. His skull jerked forward, blood and brain matter splashing across the floor.
I froze.
Then—CRACK. CRACK.
The second and first men dropped instantly. Each shot is perfectly placed. Instant kills.
“DOWN!” Nestore shouted, dragging me to the ground.
I hit the floor hard, fury roaring through my chest. Matteo was already scanning the high beams, looking for the source.
But it was too late.
Whoever did it was gone.
Clean. Precise. Cold.
I stared at the three bodies on the floor. All that work. All that pain. And just before they could talk—sniped.
“I want every exit covered,” I barked. “Find out who the hell did this. Now.”
But the dread in my gut had settled.
Someone was watching us.
Someone did
